I was a very impressionable college student who was looking for any type of influence to fit in. My sense of purpose was pretty much dependent on the approval of others and what they thought about me. So when I met Conner, I had no expectations or boundaries that were set at that point in my life.

Conner did not go to school with me. He was actually a local person in the community who we always referred to as a 'townie'. We met at an off campus party one night when I was drunk off my ass and making poor judgment calls. We had bonded over similar music taste, videogames, and watching all of these other basic people try to hold their liquor. He asked me if I wanted to keep partying at his place and I nodded in agreement instantly. He told his girlfriend that he was gonna crash and that he'd see her later then signaled me to get in the car with him.

He lived in a dump. It was pretty trashed out and it looked like a bunch of lazy young adults partied there on a regular basis. He told me to have a seat on his sectional couch and we continued to drink. After our 2nd or 3rd shot he began rolling a blunt and asked me if I smoked weed. I told him that I never have before but that I'd be willing to try; people always told me that it relaxes you and makes you feel mellowed out which I honestly needed due to the stress from going to school. He broke down all of the basic rules that newbies need to know when they first start smoking weed; puff puff pass, don't get the blunt wet, don't be a bitch about it and hold in your smoke. I was most definitely a bitch about it and coughed up an entire lung my first hit but immediately enjoyed the buzz that I got from smoking it. We smoked that entire blunt and another one immediately after. I was stoned out of my mind and feeling pretty nice.

I don't really remember where the conversation had gone at this point, but I noticed Conner start to unlace his sneakers at one point. I have always had a thing for guys feet so this was going to be an obvious distraction for me. When he kicked off the first sneaker, his odor filled the entire room and he was wearing worn out black socks. I could see the sole of his foot through one of the holes in his sock and it drove me absolutely bonkers. He asked "are you alright buddy?" and it hit me. I didn't realize he was talking to me the entire time I was gazing away at his feet. "Yeah bro I'm good, just high of my ass" and chuckled as I brushed it off like it wasn't a big deal.This was one of my first friends that I made and I didnt want to weird him out with my foot fetish, especially with him being straight and having a girlfriend, so I played it cool for the rest of the night.

Conner went into his room to change at one point and came back out wearing a drug rug hoodie, black gym shorts, and nothing on his feet. Wow. My heart began pounding and I couldn't tell if it was because of the weed or if it was because I wanted to make sweet love to his size 13s. He had longer toes that were kind of hairy. Perfectly trimmed toenails and maintained soles; I didn't see a callus in sight. He turned off the lights and sat back down on the couch while the TV was on and we smoked one more blunt. He told me he was probably going to pass out but that I could crash if I wanted. He ended up falling asleep on the couch.

So remember we were on a sectional couch. He was laying down horizontally on one section and I was laying down vertically on the other. His bare feet were within inches of my face and I knew falling asleep would be pretty difficult considering that my cock was throbbing like crazy inside my pants. I waited till I started hearing some snoring and then I made the first move. I dragged my index finger along the sole of his foot to see if he would move-- there was nothing. He was still snoring. I put my hand on his foot and began to slowly massage his sole. He was still snoring. At this point I pretty much thought I was in the clear due to all the booze and THC that was in his system. I leaned my face into his foot and took a big whiff. My dick practically came out of my shorts. It smelled like a man's feet. I began licking his soles and took out my dick to start jerking off. My tongue explored every wrinkle on his sole, as well as in between each toe. I began to suck on his big toe while jerking and I was honestly so close to cumming. Everything was just fine until--

"Wow dude, you must be pretty high"

I was a deer in headlights. There is no way to make this look like something else. I looked up and he was staring down at me, with his big toe in my mouth and my hard dick in my hand. He took his toe out of my mouth and crossed his feet in front of my face. I panicked immediately,

"Holy shit dude, I'm so sorry I didnt mean to wake you up, I'm just fucked up and-"

He interrupted me, "Bro you don't gotta explain yourself, I get it. I saw you drooling when I took off my sneakers earlier tonight. You're a foot guy, there's nothing wrong with that."

I looked at him confused, yet startled. He continued,

"Look, why don't you grind up some more weed and we will smoke another blunt, cool?" He sat up and started breaking apart the cigarillo. We were silent. I was too afraid to say anything, and I was too scared to even look at him or even begin to guess what he was thinking about.

He finished rolling the blunt and lit it. He took more than a couple of puffs but I wasn't going to say anything about it. It was his weed and he just caught me nursing on his big toe and trying to get off to it so he was calling the shots at this point.

Conner looked at me with a grin on his face and said, "you wanna smoke this buddy?" And I nodded. I reached out my hand to take the blunt and he abruptly pushed my hand away.

"No no" he said, continuing to grin. He took the blunt and put it in between his big toe and second toe, where it sat perfectly like a cigarette holder. He stuck his foot in my face and said "Here you go buddy, puff puff pass."

My heart was about to pound out of my chest I was so excited. Conner not only knows about my foot fetish, but is casually letting me indulge in it. I grabbed his foot with both of my hands and smoked the blunt from in between his toes. Weed hits way better when you've got a guy's feet in your face.

"That's it, boy" he chuckled.

I was in heaven. Conner took the blunt back and began smoking again. He then said, "Tell you what guy. This isn't really my thing but you seem harmless. If you want to keep licking my feet and bust a nut, that's okay with me. I'm just going to keep smoking. Don't get any jizz on me and don't get the idea that this is going to be an every day thing. I'm just feeling nice tonight. Deal?" I nodded in agreement and got down on the floor lying down face up, where he was sitting on the couch upright with his feet on my face. I saw him reach for his water bong and he continued to smoke as I licked his feet, in pure heaven. He began wiggling his toes on my cheeks and rubbing his soles in a back and forth motion like I was some sort of rug. I was moaning like crazy while licking, kissing, and sucking on his toes and soles while jerking my cock. It didn't take long but I came all over my stomach. As I began shooting my load, he shoved one foot down my throat and gagged me while the other foot was rubbing my nipple. It was, and is still to this day, the best orgasm I have ever had in my life. He chuckled a little bit and gave me a washcloth.

"Now if you dont mind, I'm gonna go back to sleep. I'll go to my room this time since I know what's gonna happen out here" he smirked with a wink. Conner walked out of the room and closed the door in his bedroom.

We didn't really talk that much afterwards, but anytime we would see each other at a party he would smirk at me, slide out of his shoe, and wiggle his toes at me like a tease.

Let me finish by saying this- I had no idea that I was going to end up so lucky that night.